The Impending Apocalypse

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Our future doom has been a frequent topic on this blog. I'm happy to announce that we are still on the verge of the end of the world.

A report a few days ago said that the Yellowstone super volcano is building pressure and is causing some concern among the geologists who study such things. That in and of itself is no big deal, but an article in the news last week quoted a stranded  alien time traveler from thousands of years in the future who said we should be worried. He wasn't clear on the details, but he seemed pretty sure that something is going to happen, sometime. I understand his confusion. I didn't pay attention in world history class, either.

People living on the East Coast probably feel that the end is near. They are currently getting two inches of snow an hour, on the heels of last week's big flooding event. We even have a new meteorological term: "bomb cyclone." It's sort of like getting a category one hurricane and freezing temperatures at the same time.


Monsoon season will soon be here for many of us, but it's hard to tell which of us. Even after some pretty good rains in recent weeks, we're still in a drought in our area. The wind is bad this time of year and that, combined with dry conditions, leads to wildfires. So far we haven't had one of those horrible, tragic firestorms like a couple of years ago, but it's still bad for the people who've been affected, smaller scale as it may seem.

California had massive wildfires followed by flooding rains late last year. Followed by mud slides. If I lived there I'd probably be holding my breath waiting for a big tsunami to wash LA right off the map.

It's been like that lately. I guess it's Nature's way of giving us the old one-two punch. I can't predict the future, but I bet there will be volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, floods, droughts, fires and bad television shows. That's the worst part: waiting for the apocalypse with nothing good on TV.

Stephen P.

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